My dear Papa,
I was glad to hear from you and to get the news from Gondor.
It is good to know that you are still alright and that your horse is also fine again.
I remember the time, I had the pleasure to ride on your lovely horse “Anadcil”; just keep in mind that he is old nowadays. But yes, he is definitely worth paying a high price for medicine.
I am sorry for my bad handwriting, I am sure you already asked yourself what might be wrong here.
A lot of things happened in the meantime!
But let me start from the beginning.
Just some days after I wrote the first letter to you a newspaper of Bree published a picture of that mercenary Hardoleth and me, when we were discussing something in a market.
It said that we “seemed to enjoy our togetherness”.
It all hits the rock bottom , when a man introduced himself to me and said: “I heard a lot of you Lady Thorongial.. Don´t you have an alliance with “The Bloody Dawn”? Some say you enjoy a good friendship or such with their leader Hardoleth.”
I was shocked- I did not expect everyone would read the short lines in the newspaper.
That was a bit too much for me.
I decided to ride straight into the Lone Lands, were I have been when I was younger.
(Do you remember the journey I made with 20?)
So I rode there and got attacked by a goblin.
Fortunately a man I already got to know was around and helped me.
His name is Afried, by the way.
He killed the goblin and made sure that I am fine.
But all of a sudden a man in black clothes appeared. He yelled something in the eastern language and threw a javelin at Afried. He fell down to the ground. I have never been more worried about a man as I was in that situation...
Another man in black clothes came to the help of the attacker and they both attacked us.
I have a bad injury in my right shoulder, the blade of the one man hit me hard.
I thought Afried and I would die, we were nearly at our end when some strangers, I guess they were from Rohan, came to our rescue.
Afried and I could flee on his horse and we came back to Bree, but there was no one who helped us.
I am writing this while sitting on an uncomfortable bed in the jail of Bree.
My arm is numb; I do not feel any pain or anything else in it at the moment.
It feels like my arm is dead, while the rest of the body tries to move on.
Afried gave his best to help me, which was nice.
But, can you guess what happened when I came back to Bree, all dirty and covered by my own blood in my tattered dress? Hardoleth appeared in the jail.
I felt terrible. He just looked at me, did not say much and left the jail again.
I tried to cover my upper body before him.
I do not know what I should think about that.
It was another moment of awkwardness.
It was like a surrender before me. I was weak and defenseless, while he stands next to me; just looking down at me, without saying a word.
What was that strange flare in his eyes?
Was he worried about me or was he just triumphing?
I can not tell you what I really think about him. I do not have an opinion.
He is not a gentleman; quite the contrary he seems to be selfish and women are toys for him.
Or am I wrong with my jugdement?
What if he was really worried about me?
Oh Saeldith, stop thinking about him and move on.
It is a curse to be here on my very own; being on the mercy of my sick thoughts.
I miss you so much my dear Papa and I wish that we will be reunite again soon.
Do not worry about me; I will be fine again.
I love you with all my heart!
Your daughter
Saeldith
